For a decade, a beekeeper near Athens, has kept a tradition: every spring, he slips icons of Christ, the Holy Virgin and different saints in his beehives, in order to bless his bees and his yearly honey production. And every year, the very same mysterious phenomenon occurs: bees make their honeycomb cells around the pious images, meticulously avoiding covering them.
im telling you all… its so worth it to spend a whole evening make 100 million homemade gyoza (even though it takes so long) and freezing them all to have perfect delicious gyoza just the way you like them anytime you want at a moments notice. they seriously take like 10 minutes to prepare from frozen and they are so good. i just had a dumplings and noodles feast you wish you were me
literally no better feeling than blurting out some loud dumbass joke with your buddies and hearing a total stranger ugly-snort-laugh as they walk past bc their own laughter caught them by surprise. find joy and connection in the spontaneity of strangers you son of a bitch. i fucking got your ass
because here’s the thing here’s the thing the question was not “would you be more surprised to run into a fairy or a walrus” the question was “would you be more surprised to find a fairy or a walrus AT YOUR DOOR” and while no, i do not believe in fairies and would be surprised to know they EXIST i would NOT be surprised to find one at my door. HOWEVER, if a WALRUS shows up at my door i have to contend with the fact that a walrus somehow made it to my apartment specifically and knocked on my door for god knows what reason. i would be more surprised to know that a fairy EXISTS, of course, but NOT that they’re at my door, do you get me?
Don’t you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?
You know that one post about using the special things instead of saving them for a time special enough to use them? Burning the pretty candles, eating off the fine china, that sort of thing.
Tonight I opened the sterling silverware that my parents were gifted when they married 30-some years ago. They never used it, it was put in a cabinet to be safe and keep from tarnishing until it was time to use them, and that never happened. When my mom visited and saw my mismatched utensils she decided I needed that silverware. I opened all the sealed plastic sleeves that kept them from tarnishing and got fingerprints on them for the first time.
Since my parents’ wedding they had not so much as touched the open air. Tonight they have touched late night box mac and cheese, as was surely always intended.
Poetic
In the possibly misquoted words of my great grandpa, who put livestock directly in the backseat of his brand new car, “If it’s worth having, it’s worth using.”
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